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Chapter 2
Questions, Answers, & Two Deaths
Harry trotted down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. He could hear the soft clank of silver ware on plates through the door, and the muffled voices of his relatives. As soon as he opened the door silence took the room. Standing there for a moment he glanced at each of them before taking a seat. All three sets of eyes watched his every move as he sat down.
"You have questions?" inquired Harry looking at his Uncle.
"What would those men want with you?" his Uncle spat out the word, 'men.'
"Ah...About that." Harry laughed lightly, but not like it was funny, "That is hard to explain...and I would have to go back to the very beginning. Even before I was born, and I'm not going to explain it all." He glanced at his Aunt.
"Voldemort..." she hissed earning a look from her husband.
Harry nodded, "Very good..." he continued to look at her "It's me or him Aunt Petunia...Me or him..." he looked at the rest of them grimly before standing, "I'm going for a run..."
Once he had left the room he could hear his Uncle questioning his Aunt in a hushed voice that soon was rising as Harry went up the stairs.
In his room he stuffed what he could into his trunk, "I really do need a bigger trunk..." he sighed sitting back on his bed thinking. He remembered Moody's seven compartment trunk, he could really use one of those. He decided he'd buy one once he went to Diagon Alley again.
Changing, Harry cast his dirty clothes on top of his cloak that still held his new things in the corner with dirty clothes on top of it kept it well hidden. Lastly, he pulled out his wand, he'd carry it. Most likely no one would notice if he was running.
Looking around his room once more he left shutting his door behind him. Skipping down the stairs he trotted out the door and down to the side walk.
Not many people were getting home at this time, the work day was done for most, it being around six p.m. Kids were out playing under their parents watchful eyes, some people were walking, and some here just chatting; everything seemed so normal. But it wasn't. As he ran past parents he heard them talking about the mornings events.
After running by the park twice he stopped there on this third round for a rest. His shirt was off now, too hot for him to wear it. Standing in front of a stone fence he put his foot up to it to stretch his calves that were beginning to tense. Leaning against the wall, tired, he watched people go by; he received a few strange looks, finally a guy stopped as he started to go by.
He must have been in his thirties by the looks of it, he gave Harry a curious look, "You're one of them aren't you?" he said just loud enough for people near by to stop what they were doing and look up to see what was happening.
"What are you talking about?" asked Harry dropping his arm causally from the wall and sliding his wand behind his back where it was held by his shorts against his skin.
"Your like the people from the news, you're a sorcerer!" he exclaimed making Harry move up right now away from the wall as people began to move in and surround him curious as to who the man was talking about.
"No..." said Harry shaking his head, he wasn't lying entirely because he wasn't a sorcerer, that was what Dumbledore and Voldemort were, he wasn't that far along in his studies just yet.
"You have one of those-those stick things!" he said looking at Harry almost to think of it I think I saw him running with it." Spoke up a woman that moved forward to the man's side.
Well shit...Harry thought as he looked for a way to escape the crowd that was now around him, "What are you talking about?" he asked trying to sound calm.
"Its there behind your back!" yelped a kid to his right looking behind him.
Harry growled and pulled out the wand, "Ok you have me..." he rolled his eyes as people gasped and backed up.
"But your only a kid!" exclaimed a woman to his right.
Harry looked up at the young face, "By appearance maybe...But not any longer." He said referring to what he had seen in his life. The death of his Godfather, his friends, and those around him.
"You learn to kill at so young?" piped up a quiet voice that made everyone go silent and watch Harry.
"Hey now..." Harry had raised his wand hand making people back up, he sighed and put his wand in his other hand, "You know not all wizards kill, those men in black you saw on the news this morning are who I'm fighting against in my world."
"Fighting against?" came a familiar voice that had spoken before.
"Oh dear God..." Harry rubbed his eyes, he'd be doing a full out explanation here soon, probably what he was getting for not explaining much to his relatives, "Yes fighting against, you see there are Dark wizards and Light wizards. I'm of the Light, I won't hurt you, I'm good."
"How would we know that?" asked the man who had started it all.
"You just have to trust me."
"Trust you with carrying that around? How can we do that?" many calls of agreement had come up at that.
Harry looked at the man and leaned back against the wall crossing his arms, "Your standing there still aren't you?"
The man nodded quietly his eyes casting down after.
"Thank you...Now see I'm not bad at all."
The people didn't answer this at first, "Why are you here?" asked a kid stepping forwards.
"Danny!" yelped his mother rushing through the crowd to grab her son's shoulders and pull him back from Harry but stopped when Harry lowered down to the kid's level.
"Because I live here just as you do."
"You live here!?" exclaimed the mother surprised by the thought.
"You wouldn't have known who I live with aren't like me. My parents were killed when I was only one. The result of my scar was when the same man tried to kill me. Anyways what happened on the news today wasn't supposed to happen at all..."
"What do you mean it wasn't supposed to happen?" asked the man looking up sharply ignoring everything else Harry had said.
"You're not supposed to know we exist, it'd sure be better if you didn't..." sigh Harry.
The whole crowd visibly jumped when a small 'pop' came from Harry's left and Ron appeared out of thin air. Many curses came from the people around Harry and parents pulled their children back, was the result. With now two people there they were more nervous. "Impeccable timing Ron!" said Harry sarcastically looking at his red haired friend who was looking around Harry slightly wide eyed.
"What are you doing?" hiss his friend.
"Trying to make friends Ron what does it look like?" hissed Harry in return, he turned away from them, "Look they found out on their own and I'm trying to gain their trust and I'm not sure if your sudden appearance helped a lot."
Ron winced, "Sorry, but you're needed..."
Harry looked up at Ron, "Hold on..." he looked at the people who were casting nervous glances their way, "Sorry but I must go...Ask me questions later if you see me running again..."
"But we have more questions!" piped up the original man.
"I said save them for later..."
"Harry we have to go now..." hissed Ron loud enough for the people to hear.
"Why must you go..." asked a little kid.
"Do they ever shut up?" whispered Ron in Harry's ear, "Come on there were two more deaths in the Order." Everyone was quiet when Ron said it; the closest people were able to hear.
Harry froze at Ron's words and looked around at the people who were closest and had heard as well. "Well you know now that we lose our own people." No one spoke at that.
"Harry come on..." Ron vanished with a pop.
"Sorry..." said Harry to the people before vanishing with a small pop himself.
Harry landed in Grimmauld place, someone knocked into him making him take a step forward.
"Sorry!" yelped the man before moving on with out looking back.
The place was busy with people running around, no one took notice to Harry except for Mrs. Weasley who started to pass him but recognized him immediately.
"Harry Dear!" she squeaked and pulled him into a great big hug making people pause and notice who he really was. "Come on follow me child." She ushered him out of the entrance hall into the near by kitchen were everyone had gathered and was heading to.
There were many more people there then usual, there were people he recognized, he knew, and that were completely new to him. Many people began to automatically take seats at the long table that replaced the old one that Harry was used to. In fact the whole place he had seen so far was cleaned up, it looked much different from what he remembered; Mrs. Weasley had been busy. Then he noticed the silence, the portrait must have been taken down because the bustling people were making enough noise that would have normally waken the portrait with its sensitive hearing.
"Take a seat now everyone! Please quiet down!" ordered a young voice that Harry soon recognized it to belong to Tonks.
"Sit here dear..." said Mrs. Weasley motioning to an empty seat near the center of the long table. Harry looked down at his bare chest and felt his cheeks burning. Drying his shirt instantly with a quick flick of his wand he pulled the shirt back over his head, only to ruffle his hair even more.
Shortly after taking his own seat Ron dropped down on his left and Hermione beside him, then Ginny soon followed on his right. Once the twenty-five or so people had taken their seats Dumbledore appeared at the end of the table on Harry's right.
The elder man's hand went up and silence followed in response, "We have gathered here today for obvious reasons. The situation with the muggles is irreversible and unavoidable." He was silent for a moment. "We have also come together to recruit four more members to the Order." His hand directed every ones gazes to Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny – Fred and George joined the year before.
Harry blinked and looked at the three sitting around him, he had never been told, and that only slightly irked him. But sadly enough he had become used to not being told things, but it never blew over the top of his head. Ron would defiantly be hearing about it after.
Dumbledore continued, "Also, to my regret, there have been two deaths in the Order. Not all of you knew them, but some of you did. It was Isolde and Rune Isseld, parents of Amaya Isseld."
Harry looked down the table and saw Mrs. Weasley was a girl with dark midnight black hair that hid her face as she looked down at her hands.
"With their death Voldemort has brought the elves, he has so feared, aloft from their homes deep in the woods. They agree to aid us in the final battle to avenge the Isseld's death. Now I would like to bring the new members into commission." He motioned for the four to come to him.
They all got up and walked up to Dumbledore, all but Harry seemed to know what was going on, all he could truly do was follow. "Raise your wand hand." The four followed the order as four right hands came up. "Repeat after me...I, your name, solemnly swear to protect those of the Light and those defenseless to wrong doing."
The four repeated the line.
"I will not give up the information I know, or the people I know to those of the dark and I will not sway to the Darkness."
The four's voice's repeated the words quietly.
"Ever if I shall give up information under force to those of the Dark I will not do it willingly."
They all repeated the same line...
"If ever the Order calls I will come, this upon Phoenix of Life I swear."
Once they had repeated the same line a red phoenix feather fell from thin air and paused before their hands where they disappeared into, thus defining the pact.
Ron looked down at his hand curiously where the feather had entered and absorbed itself into his body becoming one. Hermione, Ginny, and Harry were all doing the same.
Dumbledore gave a small smile to the four, "You maybe seated."
They all retreated to their seats slightly confused, none of them had expected that, not even the three that knew what to expect.
"Now tomorrow we will meet again at the same time of 6:30 I believe is it..." Dumbledore was looking at a watch that looked far too complicated, "Ah yes, 6:30, and then reports will be given after our further look in on the muggle situation." With that a few pops sounded as several wizards and witches (mostly those Harry had never seen) disapperated, those who did not leave stood and the talking began.
Harry then turned on his friends as he got up, "Why the hell did you not tell me Ron!" he hissed.
"You didn't tell him?" asked Ginny and Hermione who had very well heard Harry's inquiry.
"I forgot...sorry." Said Ron not all to convincing making him receive looks from the three, "Alright! I didn't think about it until I had disapperated from your side at the park, I was going to tell you right when we got back but you ended up some where else, sorry..."
Harry nodded, "How long have you known?"
"This morning...though I remember hearing mum rave about something with Dumbledore last night but I didn't think much of it."
"Yes that's you Ron..." said Ginny shaking her head. Harry and Hermione laughed as the two siblings argued some over the incident.
Harry looked up from his group of friends as Dumbledore approached, "Harry if I could have a word."
With a nod he told his friends he'd be back in a moment then left them to go to Dumbledore's side. "Come in here..." he motioned to a small room off to the side of the hall that Harry had never noticed before. "Now I have to talk with you about something."
Harry nodded looking into the old mans twinkling blue eyes, "What is it?" he took a seat.
"Last year in your duel with Voldemort, you knew you were no match for him correct?"
Harry blinked wondering where this could be going, "Yeah I left because I knew I wouldn't last. What does that matter? How could that-"
Dumbledore raised his hand silencing him, "It matters a lot Harry, not many people can admit they are not up to do something, especially what you have to confront in the future. But do you feel the same now as you did then?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you feel you would fail if you were to confront him again?"
"I don't know...Where are you going with this?"
"You're changing Harry, you're becoming a sorcerer." Said the elder man looking at Harry.
Harry stared at his Headmaster like he was crazy, "I'm becoming a what?"
Dumbledore smiled softly, "A sorcerer, what else could you be changing into...Harry you have a high abundance of magic in your body. You may not think so, but then how would you have conquered creating that Patronus your third year. Or surviving those trials you've gone through all your life. But now Harry your magic is growing, it has been since your last confrontation with Voldemort."
"Ok how would you know?" asked Harry still confused.
"I can see it Harry, one benefit of my age and rank, I can see things like that."
"Oh..." Harry looked off into the distance still trying to take it all in, "This doesn't make sense I mean how, why...I can't handle another new thing..." Harry ran a hand through his hair shaking his head.
"Harry you are a very unique person, and in a very horrible position for your age. And to counter that position your own magic is increasing your abilities. Have you ever found your vision getting blurred despite your wearing glasses?"
"Once or twice I just thought I needed a new prescription or something...not to mention the fact I had headaches at the time..." Harry faded at the look in his Professor's eyes.
"Harry you're becoming a sorcerer, everyday your power is increasing with the new knowledge you gain. Because that power is increasing your body has to change to accommodate it...During that time it'll be painful, and difficult, but not harmful in the slightest bit."
"Ok so my vision will get better...but did yours? I mean you wear glasses..." Harry sighed.
Dumbledore smiled lightly, "Ah but in everyone magic evolves and changes differently."
A call from the kitchen made them both look up, "Come here early tomorrow before the meeting, we'll discuss it more then."
Harry watched as Dumbledore got up and left the room quietly as if he hadn't told Harry the slightest important thing. Shaking his head he stood and stuck his head out of the room to find Hermione, Ginny, and Ron still talking where he had left them, "Hey I'm going to go. See you all at the meeting tomorrow." Pulling back into the room Harry disapperated.
Upon appearing in his room Harry dropped on to his bed with a heavy sigh. Too much was going on in his life and it was driving him insane, or at least he felt that way. Harry looked down at where his cloak was hidden under a small pile of dirty laundry. Pulling it out from under everything he took the objects out of the pockets and placed them on his bed, taking his time with the small black wooden box that held his broom. He looked at his miniature books and renewed them to their proper sizes.
"What shall I read first?" Harry looked them over and finally decided on Defense Against the Dark Arts: What is not seen or taught in school By: Darren O'Vares. Harry peered at the black book's cover that was designed elegantly with a different language around the edges in silver. It wasn't a large book by any means, it was actually a lot smaller then he had expected.
Harry glanced at the clock before immersing himself in the book's words and losing himself for the time. It was 7:18, he'd probably be reading for hours but that didn't bother him really, he was just trying to avoid thinking of what Dumbledore had told him less then ten minutes before.
When Harry opened the book at first the pages appeared blank but slowly the words began to appear. The first page held things he wanted to know about the book and a few pages followed with similar things. When he came to the table of contents he paused and looked at what the book taught.
The defensive spells that it listed interested Harry the most. When he turned the page, despite the spells having been listed far down the Table of Contents they were on the page that followed the Contents. He flipped through the next few pages and watched as other spells, hexes, curses, and charms appeared. Going back to the original page he figured out what the book did, it was slightly like the diary that Ginny had received her first year, but you didn't write, you thought what you wanted to see in the books contents. With a small smile Harry began to read.
With in the hour Harry had read about several different defensive spells, and had practiced most. Some he hadn't practiced because he needed something to practice on and he didn't have enough room. Like the Farnox spell that threw a person or object back twenty feet or more depending on the amount of force the person puts into it. There were a few others that Harry read up on. Harry smiled as he made a formable looking shield but he let it disappear quickly, it was tiring on the first try, the book even said so. It was mostly used by more aged wizards that had the ability and strength.
Wanting to read another of his books Harry picked up Invisibility, Animagic, and the Wand By: Comrade Skies. This book was Green with a gold, elegant script on it. Opening it Harry discovered it was quite a bit different from the last book. Starting with invisibility Harry began to read.
The art of invisibility is quite like that of apperation, or travel. Invisibility can be achieved by any wizard of high magical endurance, fore to use this ability it takes an abundance of magic and will. Most beginners should start with a solid colored room, with no remarkably different colors in the room, like yellow against black. It all comes from the mind; there is no need for an incantation for it to occur...
Harry continued to read about the basics of Invisibility for nearly half and hour. It was nearly nine when he stopped to check. He was starting to get drowsy; he had done a lot that day.
Changing quickly Harry slipped into his bed and looked at the book for a moment then decided to not read any more. There was always the next day. Clearing his mind and shutting its doors to the outside world Harry drifted off into the long awaited dreamless sleep that he had been wanting after the night before when he had received only a few hours that had done him no good by morning.
At three in the morning Harry's eyes shot open suddenly and he took deep calming breaths to return his racing heart back to normal. Clinching his sheets, Harry's face scrunched up in pain as his scar started to burn again, only fiercer then when he had been wakened by it before.
Sitting up slowly Harry looked around his room then froze as the house shook suddenly. Shortly far off alarms could be heard sounding at the law took whatever had happened into their own hands. Slipping out from under his sheets Harry opened his window and looked out it quietly, listening, and waiting. What ever had happened it hadn't been normal.
Movement in the room beside his could be heard as his Uncle stumbled out of his own bed, shortly Harry's door opened.
"What in the blazes was that Potter?" hissed Harry's Uncle that stood in the door way.
Without turning Harry answered, "That was Voldemort Uncle Vernon that was Voldemort..." Harry listened as the door shut behind him and his Uncle went back into his own room.
Harry let out a small sigh as he listened to the night's music and the addition of the far off sirens. Looking up at the nearly full moon Harry closed his windows.
Curling up in his bed once more, Harry found he was far to awake to sleep not, but non-the-less he tried.
The next time he woke was when a quick rap took his door and a voice commanding him to come down to breakfast reaching ears.
A/N: Ah well there's Chapter 2! Hope ya like it! I personally think it seems jumpy but that's me, so sorry if you get that also... I already got started on Chapter 3 while my mum occupied the computer. Hopefully I'll have it up in a few days.